I can't chase my demons, they've tied me too far down.
God would not forgive me, I don't deserve his crown.
What if I walked into the ocean? If I mysteriously drowned.
Police would look halfhearted, but life would keep up in this town.
See, I'm not important. Not even I want me around.
In life I serve no purpose. I'm better in the ground.
I hold to regret like a moth to a flame, and I am hell bound.
I cut my heart on broken glass as a shot of hate is downed.
I tried to impress my reflection, but he shook his head and frowned.
I hope you understand now and I know how it sounds.
But these are my opinions and they control me now.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
I can't chase my demons, they've tied me too far down.
God would not forgive me, I don't deserve his crown.
What if I walked into the ocean? If I mysteriously drowned.
Police would look halfhearted, but life would keep up in this town.
See, I'm not important. Not even I want me around.
In life I serve no purpose. I'm better in the ground.
I hold to regret like a moth to a flame, and I am hell bound.
I cut my heart on broken glass as a shot of hate is downed.
I tried to impress my reflection, but he shook his head and frowned.
I hope you understand now and I know how it sounds.
But these are my opinions and they control me now.
Please be polite in the comments, I'm this was the second piece I ever wrote.